With dawning day to empress go
And stoic say the gravest word
Of sands betraying royal plea
To coming Way await in turn

No aid reply to elven plight
Though doomed decry the sacred wake
Until the sigh of passing crown
Evokes the dynasty of peace

Untroubled squander days ahead
Let battle wander where it will
In guidance ponder Way's return
As darkness yonder breaks the line.

This prophesy is weird from head to toe. Its rhymes are mid-line, the portent called forth by a council of men from the Sutek desert. The council seeks advice on their actions in the coming war, and their portent comes to pass at the end of Broken. What could the passing crown foretell?